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Back in the 1950s we often would visit the fire station on Saturdays. We were allowed to slide down the pole and help wash the trucks. Wheels were our specialty. Do they even have a pole now and would sliding even be allowed?

I remember attending a birthday party at the Main Street fire station in the 1960s. We were allowed pretty much free reign of the place. Wearing the gear, climbing on the rigs, pushing buttons, flipping switches, etc.. Pretty much a dream come true for 8 year old boys. Disneyland had nothing on that place for us.

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Menasha was carved from the northeastern Wisconsin wilderness in the late 1840s. At the confluence of the Fox River and Lake Winnebago, the town’s early entrepreneurs and industrialists sought the promise of waterpower to fuel their mills and kick-start the engine of commerce. Taming the Fox with dams, canals, and a lock, Menasha initially made its mark with flour mills and lumber-based industry. At one time, the city was home to the largest manufacturer of wood-turned products in the world. In the late 19th century, however, the tides of change once again washed upon the city and industrial focus shifted to the paper industry. What made Menasha great were dependable waterpower, plentiful rail connections to centers of commerce in Milwaukee and Chicago, and a prolific labor force that coincided with an influx of European immigrants.